Bored, so why not.
A pale skinned boy, shorter than should be, walks across the field barefooted. His hair shifting from the sides, caused by a gust of wind originating from his own body. His hair, white as snow, softer than the softest flake, as long as the days of cold. His eyes, bluer than the ice, lighter than the sun shinning, deeper than the peak of snow. His smile, warmer than the sun, wider than the sky of clouds, hypnotic as the joy of youth. His own essence bringing the child like wonder closer. The clouds themselves seem to fall out of line, spreading and drifting away, following the boy. "Its been since winter. Oh the love of cold, the fear of heat. Its snow, the love of such. I am back, but without the feeling beneath my feet. Hope you didn't feel to alone, without me here."
